The Pale Verdict
The rain falls. It has been falling for three days. You are wet. You are cold. The mud clings to your boots like wet sand. You are in the kitchen of the old house. It is a large house. It is quiet. The silence is heavy. It presses against your ears. You are seven years old. You hold a knife. It is a small knife. It is sharp. You are cutting an apple. The apple is red. The juice runs down your...
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